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					King Lear at Ground Zero                                                                Revised 11/15/11                                                                             Act IV Scene i Page 1
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                                                                                                                                        Act IV, Scene i
                                                                      Gloucester Convinces Edgar to Take Him to
                                                                      Dover
                                                                                                                                          Enter EDGAR
                                                                      A haze of fog and rich blue light drift over the site.
                                                                      Edgar emerges from his hiding place underneath the                EDGAR
                                                                      audience, near the blown-out fire truck.                      1   Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
                                                                                                                                    2   Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
                                                                                                                                    3   The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
                                                                                                                                    4   Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear:
                                                                                                                                    5   The lamentable change is from the best;
                                                                                                                                    6   The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then,
                                                                                                                                    7   Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace!
                                                                                                                                    8   The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst
Preliminary Sketch: Gloucester Convinces Edgar to Take Him to Dover                                                                 9   Owes nothing to thy blasts. But who comes here?
                                                                      Gloucester emerges from underneath the audience, near               Enter GLOUCESTER, led by an Old Man
                                                                      the blown-out fire truck. Edgar promises to lead the
                                                                      blind Gloucester to the high cliffs of Dover, where
                                                                      Gloucester will end his life. Instead, he leads Gloucester   10   My father, poorly led [parti eyed]? World, world, O world!
                                                                      up the ladder of the blown out fire truck.                   11   But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
                                                                                                                                   12   Life would not yield to age.
                                                                           Vast Nothing 8
                                                                      The Vast Nothing returns as Edgar emerges from his                OLD MAN
                                                                      hiding place underneath the audience, near the blown         13   O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and
                                                                      out fire truck. The blinded Gloucester enters through        14   your father's tenant, these fourscore years.
                                                                      the debris and moves toward the ladder of the blown-out
                                                                      fire truck as the rubble yawns and groans with                    GLOUCESTER
                                                                      impending danger                                             15   Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone:
                                                                                                                                   16   Thy comforts can do me no good at all;
                                                                                                                                   17   Thee they may hurt.
                Research: Gloucester Convinces Edgar to Take Him to Dover
                                                                                                                                        OLD MAN
                                                                                                                                                            [Alack, sir,] you cannot see your way.

                                                                                                                                        GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                   18   I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;
                                                                                                                                   19   I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen,
                                                                                                                                   20   Our means secure us, and our mere defects
                                                                                                                                   21   Prove our commodities. O dear son Edgar,
                                                                                                                                   22   The food of thy abused father's wrath!
                                                                                                                                   23   Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
                                                                                                                                   24   I'd say I had eyes again!
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                                                                                                                                    OLD MAN
                                                                                                                                                                How now! Who's there?

                                                                                                                                    EDGAR
                                                                                                                               25   [Aside] O gods! Who is't can say 'I am at the worst'?
                                                                  Edgar recoils in horror at the sight of Gloucester,          26   I am worse than e'er I was.
                                                                  moving towards the ladder of the blown-out fire truck.
                                                                                                                                    OLD MAN
                                                                                                                                                                      'Tis poor mad Tom.

                                                                                                                                    EDGAR
                                                                  Edgar reaches the ladder here, instinctively grabs it, and   27   [Aside] And worse I may be yet: the worst is not
                                                                  finds renewed courage through its touch.                     28   So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'

                                                                                                                                    OLD MAN
                                                                                                                               29   Fellow, where goest?

                                                                                                                                    GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                                           Is it a beggar-man?

                                                                                                                                    OLD MAN
                                                                                                                               30   Madman and beggar too.

                                                                                                                                    GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                               31   He has some reason, else he could not beg.
                                                                                                                               32   I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw;
                                                                                                                               33   Which made me think a man a worm: my son
                                                                                                                               34   Came then into my mind; and yet my mind
                                                                                                                               35   Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard more since.
                                                                                                                               36   As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
                                                                                                                               37   They kill [bitt] us for their sport.
                  Preliminary Sketch: Gloucester Convinces Edgar to Take Him to Dover
                                                                                                                                    EDGAR
                                                                                                                                                                      [Aside] How should this be?
                                                                  Edgar now starts to climb the ladder; drawing
                                                                  Gloucester with him as he goes.                              38   Bad is the trade that must play [the] fool to sorrow,
                                                                                                                               39   Angering itself and others.--Bless thee, master!

                                                                                                                                    GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                               40   Is that the naked fellow?

                                                                                                                                    OLD MAN
                                                                                                                                                                Ay, my lord.
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                                                                                                            GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                       41   [Then, prithee,] get thee away [gone]: if, for my sake,
                                                                                                       42   Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,
                                                                                                       43   I' the way toward Dover, do it for ancient love;
                                                                                                       44   And bring some covering for this naked soul,
                                                                                                       45   Who I'll entreat to lead me.

                                                                                                            OLD MAN
                                                                                                                                            Alack, sir, he is mad.

                                                                                                            GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                       46   'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
                                                                                                       47   Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;
                                                                                                       48   Above the rest, be gone.

                                                                                                            OLD MAN
                                                                                                       49   I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have,
                                                                                                       50   Come on't what will.

                                                                                                              Exit

                                                                                                            GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                       51   Sirrah, naked fellow,--

                                                                                                            EDGAR
                                                                                                       52   Poor Tom's a-cold. [Aside] I cannot daub [dance] it further.

                                                                                                            GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                       53   Come hither, fellow.

                                                                                                            EDGAR
                                                Edgar climbs back down the ladder to meet Gloucester   54   [Aside] And yet I must.--Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
                                                at its base.
                                                                                                            GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                       55   Know'st thou the way to Dover?

                                                                                                            EDGAR
                                                                                                       56   Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-path. Poor Tom
                                                                                                       57   hath been scared out of his good wits: bless thee, good man's
                                                                                                       58   son, from the foul fiend! [Five fiends have been in poor Tom
                                                                                                       59   at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness;
                                                                                                       60   Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of
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                                                                                                             61   mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids
                                                                                                             62   and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master!]

                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                             63   Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues
                                                                                                             64   Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched
                                                                                                             65   Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still!
                                                                                                             66   Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
                                                                                                             67   That slaves [stands] your ordinance, that will not see
                                                                                                             68   Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
                                                                                                             69   So distribution should undo [under] excess,
                                                                                                             70   And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?

                                                                                                                  EDGAR
                                                                                                             71   Ay, master.

                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                             72   There is a cliff, whose high and bending head
                                                                                                             73   Looks fearfully [firmly] in the confined deep:
                                                                                                             74   Bring me but to the very brim of it,
                                                                                                             75   And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear
                                                                                                             76   With something rich about me: from that place
                                                                                                             77   I shall no leading need.

                                                                                                                  EDGAR
                                                                                                                                         Give me thy arm:
                                                Gloucester and Edmund proceed up the ladder. The             78   Poor Tom shall lead thee.
                                                ladder cuts through a portion of the stage, and then rises
                                                above the stage. This provides Gloucester and Edgar                 Exit
                                                with a place to secure Gloucester’s harness, and to
                                                change Edgar’s clothes during the following scene. The
                                                lights shift the focus from the top of the ladder back to
                                                the stage.


                                                     Shadows 6
                                                The Vast Nothing dissipates as Edgar and Gloucester
                                                disappear behind a piece of debris; the shadows theme
                                                returns.
King Lear at Ground Zero                                                         Revised 11/15/11                                                                      Act IV Scene ii Page 1
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                                                                                                                             Act IV, Scene ii
                                                               Edmund Accepts a Favor from Goneril;
                                                               Oswald Is Crushed
                                                                                                                               Enter GONERIL and EDMUND

                                                                    We open the scene in silhouette, light streaming     1
                                                               through the upstage right arches.                         2

                                                               Goneril and Edmund are discovered in the arches in the
                                                               midst of a passionate embrace. The scene mirrors
                                                               Gloucester and Kent at the opening of the play, then
                                                               Gloucester and Edmund in III-iii. Oswald enters to
                                                               discover this, and turns away crushed. Goneril notices          Enter OSWALD
                                                               Oswald, and immediately calls him back.
                                                                                                                                                    Now, where's your master?
                                                                  Spots illuminate Goneril and Edmund together,
  Preliminary Sketches: Edmund Accepts a Favor from Goneril;                                                                 OSWALD
                                                               Oswald is separated in his own light.
                       Oswald is Crushed                                                                                 3   Madam, within; but never man so changed.
                                                                                                                         4   I told him of the army that was landed;
                                                                                                                         5   He smiled at it: I told him you were coming:
                                                                                                                         6   His answer was 'The worse.' Of Gloucester's treachery,
                                                                                                                         7   And of the loyal service of his son,
                                                                                                                         8   When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot,
                                                                                                                         9   And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out:
                                                                                                                        10   What most he should dislike [desire] seems pleasant to him;
                                                                                                                        11   What like, offensive.

                                                                                                                             GONERIL

                                                                                                                        12   It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
                                                                                                                        13   That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs
                                                                                                                        14   Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
                                                                                                                        15   May prove effects. Edmund,
                                                                                                                        16   Hasten my brother’s musters and conduct his powers:
                                                                                                                        17   I must change names [arms] at home, and give the distaff
                                                                                                                        18   Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
                                                                                                                        19   Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear,
                                                                                                                        20   If you dare venture in your own behalf,
                                                                                                                        21   A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech;
                                                                                                                        22   Decline your head.

                                                               Goneril gives Edmund a piece of fabric, probably red,
                                                               white and blue, and then kisses Edmund, quite brazenly        [Gives a favor.]
                                                               in front of Oswald.
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                                                                                                                                                    This kiss, if it durst speak,
                                                                                                                           23   Would stretch thy spirits up into the air:
                                                                                                                           24   Conceive, and fare thee well.




                                                                                                                                EDMUND
                                                                                                                           25   Yours in the ranks of death.

                                                                                                                                GONERIL
                                                                                                                                                               My most dear Gloucester!

                                                               Edmund exits to a waiting limousine. Goneril’s next few            Exit EDMUND
                                                               lines come as she watches his motorcade drive off.

    Preliminary Sketch: Edmund Accepts a Favor from Goneril;                                                               26   O, the difference of man and man!
                        Oswald is Crushed                                                                                  27   To thee a woman's services are due:
                                                                                                                           28   My [A] fool usurps my body [bed].




                                                                                                                                OSWALD
                                                               Oswald exits through a different upstage arch (e.g., that
                                                               leads to Goneril’s room).
                                                                                                                                                                        Madam, here comes my lord.
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                                                                                                      Enter ALBANY
                                                Albany Calls Goneril a Barbaric Degenerate
                                                                                                      GONERIL
                                                                                                 29   I have been worth the whistling.

                                                                                                      ALBANY
                                                                                                                                         O Goneril!
                                                                                                 30   You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
                                                                                                 31   Blows in your face. [I fear your disposition:
                                                                                                 32   That nature, which contemns its origin,
                                                                                                 33   Cannot be border'd certain in itself;
                                                                                                 34   She that herself will sliver and disbranch
                                                                                                 35   From her material sap, perforce must wither
                                                                                                 36   And come to deadly use.

                                                                                                      GONERIL
                                                                                                 37   No more; the text is foolish.

                                                                                                      ALBANY
                                                                                                 38   Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile:
                                                                                                 39   Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?
                                                                                                 40   Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd?
                                                                                                 41   A father, and a gracious aged man,
                                                                                                 42   Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick,
                                                                                                 43   Most barbarous, most degenerate, have you madded.
                                                                                                 44   Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
                                                                                                 45   A man, a prince, by him so benefited!
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                                                                                                        46    If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
                                                                                                        47   Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
                                                                                                        48   It will come,
                                                                                                        49   Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
                                                                                                        50   Like monsters of the deep.]

                                                                                                             GONERIL
                                                                                                                                          Milk-liver'd man!
                                                                                                        51   That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
                                                                                                        52   Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
                                                                                                        53   Thine honour from thy suffering; [that not know'st
                                                                                                        54   Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd
                                                                                                        55   Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?
                                                                                                        56   France spreads his banners in our noiseless land;
                                                                                                        57   With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;
                                                                                                        58   Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest
                                                                                                        59   'Alack, why does he so?']

                                                                                                             ALBANY
                                                                                                                                      See thyself, devil!
                                                                                                        60   Proper deformity seems [shows] not in the fiend
                                                                                                        61   So horrid as in woman.

                                                                                                             GONERIL
                                                                                                                                      O vain fool!

                                                                                                             [ALBANY
                                                                                                        62   Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame,
                                                                                                        63   Be-monster not thy feature. Were't my fitness
                                                                                                        64   To let these hands obey my blood,
                                                                                                        65   They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
                                                                                                        66   Thy flesh and bones: howe'er thou art a fiend,
                                                                                                        67   A woman's shape doth shield thee.

                                                Exits through the same upstage arch from which Oswald        GONERIL
                                                exited.                                                 68   Marry, your manhood, mew!
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                                                                                                       Enter a Messenger
                                                Albany Learns About Gloucester and Vows
                                                Revenge                                               ALBANY
                                                                                                 69   What news?]

                                                                                                      MESSENGER
                                                                                                 70   O, my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead:
                                                                                                 71   Slain by his servant, going to put out
                                                                                                 72   The other eye of Gloucester.

                                                                                                      ALBANY
                                                                                                                                      Gloucester's eyes?

                                                                                                      MESSENGER
                                                                                                 73   A servant that he bred, thrill'd [thralled] with remorse,
                                                                                                 74   Opposed against the act, bending his sword
                                                                                                 75   To his great master; who, thereat enraged,
                                                                                                 76   Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead;
                                                                                                 77   But not without that harmful stroke, which since
                                                                                                 78   Hath pluck'd him after.

                                                                                                      ALBANY
                                                                                                                               This shows you are above,
                                                                                                 79   You justicers, that these our nether crimes
                                                                                                 80   So speedily can venge! But, O poor Gloucester!
                                                                                                 81   Lost he his other eye?

                                                                                                      MESSENGER
                                                                                                                               Both, both, my lord.
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                                                                                                                ALBANY
                                                                                                           91   Knows Edmund this wickedness?

                                                                                                                MESSENGER
                                                                                                           92   Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him;
                                                                                                           93   And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment
                                                                                                           94   Might have the freer course.

                                                                                                                ALBANY
                                                                                                                                             Gloucester, I live
                                                                                                           95   To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king,
                                                                                                           96   And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend:
                                                                                                           97   Tell me what more thou know'st.

                                                They exit to a waiting limousine that drives them off to          Exeunt
                                                Dover.
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                                                                                            [Act IV, Scene iii
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                                                                    Act IV, Scene iv
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                                                                                                                Act IV, Scene v
                                                Regan Vies for Edmund and Offers a Reward
                                                for the Rest of Gloucester’s Head
                                                                                                                  Enter REGAN and OSWALD
                                                Oswald emerges from Goneril’s room with the letter
                                                that Goneril has just written. He starts to exit, and is        REGAN
                                                stopped by Regan who enters from another arch.              1   Are my brother's powers set forth?

                                                                                                                OSWALD
                                                                                                                                           Ay, madam
                                                                                                            2                                          , with much ado:
                                                                                                            3   Your sister is the better soldier.

                                                                                                                REGAN
                                                                                                            4   Lord Edmund spake not with your [lady]?

                                                                                                                OSWALD
                                                                                                            5   No, madam.
               Costume Research: Regan
                                                                                                                REGAN
                                                 Oswald quickly tries to hide the letter.                   6   What might import my sister's letter to him?

                                                                                                                OSWALD
                                                                                                            7   I know not, lady.

                                                                                                                REGAN
                                                                                                            8   'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
                                                                                                            9   It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out,
                                                                                                           10   To let him live: where he arrives he moves
                                                                                                           11   All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
                                                                                                           12   In pity of his misery, to dispatch
                                                                                                           13   His nighted life: moreover, to descry
                                                                                                           14   The strength o' the enemy [army].

                                                                                                                OSWALD
                                                                                                           15   I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.

                                                                                                                REGAN
                                                                                                           16   Our troops set forth tomorrow: stay with us;
                                                                                                           17   The ways are dangerous.
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                                                                                                                                 OSWALD
                                                                                                                                                        I may not, madam:
                                                                                                                            18   My lady charged my duty in this business.

                                                                                                                                 REGAN
                                                                                                                            19   Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
                                                                                                                            20   Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
                                                                                                                            21   Something--I know not what: I'll love thee much,
                                                                                                                            22   Let me unseal the letter.

                                                                                                                                 OSWALD
                                                                                                                                                         Madam, I had rather--

                                                                                                                                 REGAN
                                                                                                                            23   I know your lady does not love her husband;
                                                                                                                            24   I am sure of that: and at her late being here
                                                                                                                            25   She gave strange eliads and most speaking looks
                                                                                                                            26   To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.

                                                                                                                                 OSWALD
                                                                                                                            27   I, madam?

                                                                                                                                 REGAN
                                                                                                                            28   I speak in understanding; y' are; I know't:
                                                                                                                            29   Therefore I do advise you, take this note:
                                                                                                                            30   My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd;
                                                                                                                            31   And more convenient is he for my hand
                                                                                                                            32   Than for your lady's: you may gather more.
                                                                                                                            33   If you do find him, pray you, give him this;
                                                                                                                            34   And when your mistress hears thus much from you,
                                                                                                                            35   I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.
                                                                                                                            36   So, fare you well.
                                                                                                                            37   If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
               Preliminary Sketch: Regan Vies for Edmund & Offers a Reward for the Rest of Gloucester’s Head                38   Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.

                                                                                                                                 OSWALD
                                                                                                                            39   Would I could meet him, madam! I should show
                                                                                                                            40   What party [lady] I do follow.
                                                                  Oswald exits down the stage left ramp. However, there
                                                                  is no limousine for him, and he sets out on foot in the        REGAN
                                                                  same general direction that the limousines left. Regan                                       Fare thee well.
                                                                  exits through the upstage arches.                                Exit
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                                                                                                                                        Act IV, Scene vi
                                                                       Gloucester Attempts to Commit Suicide and
                                                                       Finds Redemption

                                                                       Lights come up on Gloucester and Edgar, still climbing             Enter GLOUCESTER and EDGAR
                                                                       to the top of the ladder.
                                                                                                                                        GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                    1   When shall we come to the top of that same hill?
                                                                            Vast Nothing 9
                                                                       The Vast Nothing permeates the site as Edgar and
                                                                       Gloucester continue climbing the fire truck ladder on the        EDGAR
                                                                       "road to Dover." Edgar asks Gloucester, "Do you hear         2   You do climb up it now: look, how we labour.
                                                                       the sea?" The steel and rubble yawns and groans
                                                                       growing to a climax in response as the two reach the top     3
                                                                       of the ladder.                                               4   Hark, do you hear the sea?

                                                                                                                                        GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                                                     No, truly.

                                                                                                                                        EDGAR
Research: Gloucester Attempts to Commit Suicide and Finds Redemption
                                                                                                                                    5   Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect
                                                                                                                                    6   By your eyes' anguish.




                                                                                                                                        GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                                               So may it be, indeed:
                                                                                                                                    7   Methinks thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st
                                                                                                                                    8   In better phrase and matter than thou didst.

                                                                                                                                        EDGAR
                                                                                                                                    9   You're much deceived: in nothing am I changed
                                                                                                                                   10   But in my garments.

                                                                                                                                        GLOUCESTER
                 Preliminary Sketch: Gloucester Attempts to Commit Suicide & Finds Redemption                                                                 Methinks you're better spoken.

                                                                                                                                        EDGAR
                                                                       They reach the top of the ladder.                           11   Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful
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                                                                                                                          12   And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!
                                                                                                                          13   The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
                                                                       Edgar and Gloucester are lit from behind, with a   14   Show scarce so gross as beetles: half way down
                                                                  spotlight from the front to fill in their faces.        15   Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
                                                                                                                          16   Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
                                                                                                                          17   The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
                                                                                                                          18   Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
                                                                                                                          19   Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
                                                                                                                          20   Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,
                                                                                                                          21   That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
                                                                                                                          22   Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more;
                                                                                                                          23   Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
                                                                                                                          24   Topple down headlong.

                                                                                                                               GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                                         Set me where you stand.

                                                                                                                               EDGAR
                                                                                                                          25   Give me your hand: you are now within a foot
                                                                                                                          26   Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon
                                                                                                                          27   Would I not leap upright.

                                                                                                                               GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                                           Let go my hand.
                                                                                                                          28   Here, friend, 's another purse; in it a jewel
                                                                                                                          29   Well worth a poor man's taking: fairies and gods
                                                                                                                          30   Prosper it with thee! Go thou farther off;
                                                                                                                          31   Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

                                                                                                                               EDGAR
                                                                                                                          32   Now fare you well, good sir.

                                                                                                                               GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                                              With all my heart.

               Research: Gloucester Attempts to Commit Suicide and Finds Redemption                                            EDGAR
                                                                                                                          33   [aside] Why I do trifle thus with his despair
                                                                                                                          34   Is done to cure it.

                                                                                                                               GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                                 [Kneeling] O you mighty gods!
                                                                                                                          35   This world I do renounce, and, in your sights,
                                                                                                                          36   Shake patiently my great affliction off:
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                                                                                                                                    37   If I could bear it longer, and not fall
                                                                                                                                    38   To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
                                                                                                                                    39   My snuff and loathed part of nature should
                                                                                                                                    40   Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him!
                                                                                                                                    41   Now, fellow, fare thee well.

                                                                                                                                         EDGAR
                                                                                                                                                                      Gone, sir: farewell.
                                                                             Gloucester leaps from the ladder falling into
                                                                        blackness. Stage goes dark and house lights rise for
                                                                        intermission                                                      He falls forward

                                                                                                                                         Second Intermission
                                                                            Vast Nothing 9
                                                                        The Vast Nothing instantly stops, finishing with a trail
                                                                        of reverb as Gloucester leaps from the top of the ladder.
Research: Gloucester Attempts to Commit Suicide and Finds Redemption




                               Preliminary Sketch: Gloucester Attempts to Commit Suicide and Finds Redemption
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                                                                                                                                Part III
                                                                 Redemption 2                                                   Act IV Scene VI (Continued)
                                                             The climactic sounds that led up to Gloucester's fall
                                                             replay as the house lights fade. We repeat the moment
                                                             audibly in the dark, and then continue our story. After
                                                             Gloucester falls, the sounds of redemption, first heard
                                                             under Lear's prayer, slowly fade in.



                                                                 Lighting takes on a pre-dawn grey feeling for the
                                                             majority of this act. Lighting is more general,
                                                             encompassing the full stage with less sharply defined
                                                             spotlights and less isolation.

   Preliminary Sketch: Gloucester Suspended After His Fall   The grey first light of day reveals images of the caves of
                                                             Afghanistan dimly projected on the facade. We are now
                                                             in Dover. Gloucester hangs suspended from the harness
                                                             that Edgar attached him to at the top of the ladder.
                                                             Edgar lowers Gloucester to the from controls near the
                                                             firetruck. During the remainder of Act IV, a new dawn
                                                             begins to break. The haze that permeated Act III slowly
                                                             lifts, and a new clarity begins to permeate the visual
                                                             picture.




             Research: The Caves of Afghanistan
                                                                                                                                EDGAR
                                                             Edgar comes onto the stage to meet Gloucester, and at         42   And yet I know not how conceit may rob
                                                             first is not sure if Gloucester is safe. He helps to remove   43   The treasury of life, when life itself
                                                             Gloucester from the harness. He assumes a new
                                                             character to convince Gloucester that the gods have           44   Yields to the theft: had he been where he thought,
                                                             spared his life.                                              45   By this, had thought been past. Alive or dead?
                                                                                                                           46   Ho, you sir! friend! Hear you, sir! speak!
                                                                                                                           47   Thus might he pass indeed: yet he revives.
                                                                                                                           48   What are you, sir?

                                                                                                                                GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                                  Away, and let me die.

                                                                                                                                EDGAR
   Preliminary Sketch: Gloucester Suspended After His Fall                                                                 49   Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
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                                                                                                 50   So many fathom down precipitating,
                                                                                                 51   Thou'dst shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe;
                                                                                                 52   Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art sound.
                                                                                                 53   Ten masts at each make not the altitude
                                                                                                 54   Which thou hast perpendicularly fell:
                                                                                                 55   Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again.

                                                                                                      GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                 56   But have I fall'n, or no?

                                                                                                      EDGAR
                                                                                                 57   From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.
                                                                                                 58   Look up a-height; the shrill-gorged lark so far
                                                                                                 59   Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.

       Preliminary Sketch: Gloucester’s Redemption                                                    GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                 60   Alack, I have no eyes.
                                                                                                 61   Is wretchedness deprived that benefit
                                                                                                 62   To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort,
                                                                                                 63   When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage,
                                                                                                 64   And frustrate his proud will.

                                                                                                      EDGAR
                                                                                                                                   Give me your arm:
                                                                                                 65   Up: so. How is 't? Feel you your legs? You stand.

                                                                                                      GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                 66   Too well, too well.
               Research: The Caves of Afghanistan
                                                                                                      EDGAR
                                                                                                                       This is above all strangeness.
                                                                                                 67   Upon the crown o' the cliff, what thing was that
                                                                                                 68   Which parted from you?

                                                                                                      GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                  A poor unfortunate beggar.

                                                                                                      EDGAR
                                                                                                 69   As I stood here below, methought his eyes
                                                                                                 70   Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,
                                                                                                 71   Horns whelk'd and waved like the enraged [enridged] sea:
                                                                                                 72   It was some fiend; therefore, thou happy father,
    Preliminary Sketch: Lear Escapes into Madness                                                73   Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours
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                                                                                                  74   Of men's impossibilities, have preserved thee.

                                                                                                       GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                  75   I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear
                                                                                                  76   Affliction till it do cry out itself
                                                                                                  77   'Enough, enough,' and die. That thing you speak of,
                                                                                                  78   I took it for a man; often 'twould say
                                                                                                  79   'The fiend, the fiend:' he led me to that place.

                                                                                                       EDGAR
                                                                                                  80   Bear free and patient thoughts.
                                                Ghosts enter from under the audience.
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                                                           Lear Escapes into Madness, Meets Gloucester,
                                                           and Is Confronted by His Failings

                                                           Suddenly a shaft of light picks a fire helmet out of the
                                                           debris. Lear enters, wearing firemen’s boots fixated on
                                                           the fire helmet. He stands accused by its presence, and
                                                           the very thought terrifies him.


                                                               A tight spot comes up on a New York Fire
                                                           Department helmnet that lies in the rubble. Lighting
                                                           suggests Lear is still trapped inside the surreality of his
                                                           madness with saturated colors and dramatic angles.
               Research: Lear’s Fire Helmet

                                                               Madness 2
                                                           The sound echoes Lear’s madness. The scene is
                                                           permeated with the sound of distant bombs that
                                                           punctuate key lines, and grow closer as the Act                    Enter KING LEAR,
                                                           progresses, culminating in the battle.                                                            But who comes here?
                                                                                                                         81   The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
                                                           Lear must work his way through the ghosts to get to the       82   His master thus.
                                                           fire hat, upon which he his entire focus has become
                                                           fixed. He picks up the hat, and enters the stage, holding
                                                           the hat reverentially in front of him, recoiling in horror
                                                           at all the hat represents. Lear spends most of the scene
                                                           making a long cross from the debris to Gloucester,
                                                           finally meeting him in the center of the platform around
                                                           line 170.
                                                                                                                              KING LEAR
                                                               Fanfare                                                   83   No, they cannot touch me for [coining]; I am the king him-
         Preliminary Sketches: Lear Escapes into Madness   Echoing through the darkness, a kingly fanfare                84   self.
                                                           announces Lear's entrance forcing him to admit, "I am
                                                           the king himself." The sounds take on a nightmarish                EDGAR
                                                           quality; Lear is at the peak of his madness, driven by an     85   O thou side-piercing sight!
                                                           unceasing guilt.
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                                                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                                                            86   Nature's above art in that respect. There's your press-
                                                                                                                            87   money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper:
                                                                                                                            88   draw me a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace;
                                                                                                                            89   this piece of toasted cheese will do 't.
                                                               Lear imagines his armies are no longer able to protect
                                                               him, even from an imaginary mouse he sees scurrying
                                                               across the stage. Ghosts surround him.


                                                                   Mouse/
                                                               A mouse squeals madly in the distance.


                                                                                                                                                                          There's my gauntlet;




                                   Research: Lear’s Gauntlet

                                                                                                                            90   I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well
                                                               Lear sets down the fire helmet on the stage, and then
                                                               takes up an imaginary halberon to protect it.                91   flown, bird! i' the clout, i' the clout: hewgh! Give the word.

                                                                                                                                 EDGAR
                                                                                                                            92   Sweet marjoram.
                                                                    Troops Marching 2/Arrows
                                                               Troops march in the distance. Thousands of arrows fly
                                                               through the air, striking Lear.                                   KING LEAR
                                                                                                                            93   Pass.

                                                               Lear falters, and Edgar rushes to his aid. Lear gets up on
                                                               the stage (now serving as Afghanistan) when he hears
                                                               Gloucester’s voice, and mistakes him for Goneril.
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                                                                                                                              GLOUCESTER
                                                           The ghosts close in on Lear, and he tries to justify and      94   I know that voice.
                                                           explain himself to them, carefully picking up the fire
                                                           helmet and protecting it from the ghosts.

                                                                                                                              KING LEAR
                                                               Dogs 2                                                    95   Ha! Goneril, with a white beard! They flattered me like a
                                                           He makes a vain attempt to defend himself from the            96   dog; and told me I had white hairs in my beard ere the black
                                                           accusing eyes of the ghosts, claiming, "they flattered me     97   ones were there. To say 'ay' and 'no' to every thing that I
                                                           like a dog," but this thought too, conjures up rabid dogs
                                                                                                                         98   said!--'Ay' and 'no' too was no good divinity. When the rain
                                                           that seem to snarl at him from deep inside the rubble.
                        Research: Ghosts                                                                                 99   came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the
                                                                                                                        100   thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found 'em,
                                                           Afghan Bomb 4
                                                           Thunderous bombs explode in the distance.                    101   there I smelt 'em out. Go to, they are not men o' their words.
                                                                                                                        102   They told me I was everything; 'tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
                                                           Lear refers to the rubble, gets down on his hands and
                                                           knees at the edge of the stage, and scoops up a handful
                                                                                                                              GLOUCESTER
                                                           of dust. Gloucester recognizes Lear: "Is 't not the king?"   103   The trick of that voice I do well remember:
                                                           Lear responds gravely, "Ay, every inch a king," and puts     104   Is 't not the king?
                                                           on the fire helmet. Gloucester kneels before Lear and
                                                           Lear begins to pardon him. He pardons all the less                 KING LEAR
                                                           fortunate than himself, even the adulterers.                                           Ay, every inch a king:
                                                                                                                        105   When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.
                                                           Madness Shadows                                              106   I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause?
                                                           The shadowy kissing and breathing from Edmund and            107   Adultery?
                                                           Goneril's earlier encounter return to haunt Lear,
                                                                                                                        108   Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No:
                                                           however, and he recoils in horror from their feminine
                                                           powers. Heavy breathing and kissing build to a roaring       109   The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly
                                                           hissing sound under Lear's, "Burning, scalding, stench,      110   Does lecher in my sight.
         Preliminary Sketches: Lear Escapes into Madness   consumption; fie, fie, fie!"                                 111   Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son
                                                                                                                        112   Was kinder to his father than my daughters
                                                                                                                        113   Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
                                                                                                                        114   To 't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers.
                                                                                                                        115   Behold yond simpering dame,
                                                                                                                        116   Whose face between her forks presages snow;
                                                                                                                        117   That minces virtue, and does shake the head
                                                                                                                        118   To hear of pleasure's name;
                                                                                                                        119   The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to 't
                                                                                                                        120   With a more riotous appetite.
                                                                                                                        121   Down from the waist they are Centaurs,
                                                                                                                        122   Though women all above:
                                                                                                                        123   But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
                                                                                                                        124   Beneath is all the fiends';
                                                                                                                        125   There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit,
                                                                                                                        126   Burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
                                                                                                                        127   Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten
          Research: Lear Stands Accused by a Fire Helmet
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                                                                                                            128   my imagination: there's money for thee.
                                                He pours the dust into Gloucester’s hand; a painful
                                                reminder of the money he paid Kent in I-iv, line 80-81.
                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                            129   O, let me kiss that hand!
                                                    Madness 3
                                                Gloucester speaks, interrupting the cacophony of sounds           KING LEAR
                                                that Lear is hearing as part of his madness. Gloucester's   130   Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
                                                interruption causes the fire and explosions to cease
                                                leaving the base line of the madness theme.
                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                            131   O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world
                                                                                                            132   Shall [should] so wear out to naught. Dost thou know me?

                                                                                                                  KING LEAR
                                                                                                            133   I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny
                                                                                                            134   at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid! I'll not love. Read thou
                                                                                                            135   this challenge; mark but the penning of it.



                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                He picks up the fire helmet again, and attempts to read
                                                                                                            136   Were all the letters suns, I could not see [one].
                                                the letters on the insignia, then shows them to
                                                Gloucester.
                                                                                                                  EDGAR
                                                                                                            137   I would not take this from report; it is,
                                                                                                            138   And my heart breaks at it.

                                                                                                                  KING LEAR
                                                                                                            139   Read.

                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                            140   What, with the case of eyes?

                                                                                                                  KING LEAR
                                                                                                            141   O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor
                 Research: Lear’s Fire Helmet                                                               142   no money in your purse? Your eyes are in a heavy case, your
                                                                                                            143   purse in a light; yet you see how this world goes.

                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                            144   I see it feelingly.
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                                                                                                                   KING LEAR
                                                   Lear anguishes about the sounds he hears in his head.     145   What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes with
                                                   "Look with thine ears; see how yond justice rails upon    146   no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon
                                                   yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: and handy-dandy,   147   yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and,
                                                   which is the justice, which is the thief."                148   handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou
                                                                                                             149   hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?
                                                       Gavel 2
                                                   Lear strikes an imaginary gavel; the sound resonates            GLOUCESTER
                                                   throughout the theatre.                                   150   Ay, sir.

                                                                                                                   KING LEAR
                                                                                                             151   And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst be-
                                                                                                             152   hold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.
                                                                                                             153   Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
                                                                                                             154   Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
                                                       Whipping                                              155   Thou [Thy blood] hotly lust'st to use her in that kind
                                                   Lear despairs over how authority lies in the hands of     156   For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
                                                   those who yield power. A slave is brutally whipped,       157   Through tatter'd clothes [rags] small vices do appear;
                                                   ignoring Lear's command to "stripe thine own back."       158   Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sins with gold,
                                                   The whipping continues punctuating Lear's "Plate sins     159   And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks:
                                                   with gold, and the strong lance of justice hurtless       160   Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
                                                   breaks; Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
                                                                                                             161   None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em:
                                                   None does offend, none, I say, none!"
                                                                                                             162   Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
                                                                                                             163   To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes;
                                                                                                             164   And like a scurvy politician, seem
                                                                                                             165   To see the things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now.
                                                                                                             166   Pull off my boots: harder, harder: so.

                                                                                                                   EDGAR
                                                                                                             167   O, matter and impertinency mix'd!
Preliminary Sketch: Lear Defends the Fire Helmet                                                             168   Reason in madness!

                                                   Lear and Gloucester touch for the very first time.              KING LEAR
                                                                                                             169   If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
                                                                                                             170   I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester:
                                                                                                             171   Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
                                                                                                             172   Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air,
                                                                                                             173   We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee: mark.

                                                                                                                   GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                             174   Alack, alack the day!
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                                                                     Lear explodes with rage as he looks upon the flag that
                                                                     Cornwall has desecrated. Finally, he places the fire
                                                                     helmet on the broken flag pole, stands back, and
                                                                     proclaims with a simple but profound observation:
                                                                     "There's a good block."                                        KING LEAR
                                                                                                                              175   When we are born, we cry that we are come
                                                                                                                              176   To this great stage of fools. This’s a good block.
                                                                          Afghan Bomb 4                                       177   It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe
                                                                     A bomb explodes nearby as Lear places the fire helmet    178   A troop of horse with felt: I'll put 't in proof;
                                                                     on the flag pole.                                        179   And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,
                                                                                                                              180   Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!




     Preliminary Sketch: Lear Places the Fire Hat on the Flag Pole




                       Research: Lear’s Places the Fire Hat on the Flag Pole
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                                                                                                                 Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants
                                                Cordelia’s Men Attempt to Rescue Lear
                                                                                                                 GENTLEMAN
                                                                                                           181   O, here he is: lay hand upon him. Sir,
                                                                                                           182   Your most dear daughter--




                                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                                           183   No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
                                                                                                           184   The natural fool of fortune. Use me well;
                                                                                                           185   You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons;
                                                                                                           186   I am cut to the brains.

                                                                                                                 GENTLEMAN
                                                                                                                                         You shall have any thing.

                                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                                           187   No seconds? all myself?
                                                                                                           188   Why, this would make a man a man of salt,
                                                                                                           189   To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
                                                                                                           190   Ay, and laying autumn's dust. I will die bravely
                                                                                                           191   Like a smug bridegroom. What! I will be jovial.
                                                                                                           192   Come, come; I am a king. Masters, know you that?

                                                                                                                 GENTLEMAN
                                                                                                           193   You are a royal one, and we obey you.

                                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                                           194   Then there's life in't. Nay, if you get it, you shall get
                                                                                                           195   it with running. Sa, sa, sa, sa.




                                                                                                                   Exit running; Attendants follow
                                                Lear runs up through the arches. He plays a quick game
                                                of hide-and seek with the Attendants, and then ducks out
                                                                                                                 GENTLEMAN
                                                through an exit ramp Upstage Center. A bomb lands
                                                nearby. Cordelia’s attendants chase him out.               196   A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,
                                                                                                           197   Past speaking of in a king! Thou hast a [one] daughter,
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                                                                                                          198   Who redeems nature from the general curse
                                                                                                          199   Which twain have brought her to.

                                                                                                                EDGAR
                                                                                                          200   Hail, gentle sir.

                                                                                                                GENTLEMAN
                                                                                                                                    Sir, speed you: what's your will?
                                                    Afghan Bomb 5
                                                Gloucester and Edgar are left to ponder their fate as a         EDGAR
                                                distant bomb explodes in a cave in Afghanistan. A cold    201   Do you hear, sir?
                                                and eerie wind blows.
                                                                                                                GENTLEMAN
                                                                                                          202   Most sure and vulgar: every one hears that,
                                                                                                          203   Which can distinguish sound [sense].

                                                                                                                EDGAR
                                                                                                                                                        But, by your favour,
                                                                                                          204   How near's the other army?

                                                                                                                GENTLEMAN
                                                                                                          205   Near and on speedy foot; the main descry
                                                                                                          206   Stands on the hourly thought.

                                                                                                                EDGAR
                                                                                                                                                I thank you, sir: that's all.

                                                                                                                GENTLEMAN
                                                                                                          207   Though that the queen on special cause is here,
                                                                                                          208   Her army is moved on.

                                                                                                                EDGAR
                                                                                                                                        I thank you, sir.

                                                                                                                   Exit GENTLEMAN

                                                                                                                GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                          209   You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me:
                                                                                                          210   Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
                                                                                                          211   To die before you please!

                                                                                                                EDGAR
                                                                                                                                            Well pray you, father.
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                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                            212   Now, good sir, what are you?

                                                                                                                  EDGAR
                                                                                                            213   A most poor man, made tame to [lame by] fortune's blows;
                                                                                                            214   Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
                                                                                                            215   Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
                                                                                                            216   I'll lead you to some biding.

                                                                                                                  GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                             Hearty thanks:
                                                                                                            217   The bounty and the benison of heaven
                                                                                                            218   To boot, and boot!

                                                    Troops Marching 3
                                                Troops march in the distance in preparation for battle as
                                                the climactic battle nears.
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                                                                                                               Enter OSWALD
                                                Edgar Stabs Oswald and Finds Goneril’s
                                                Letter and Instructions to Kill Edgar                          OSWALD
                                                                                                                                  A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
                                                                                                         219   That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh
                                                Oswald enters looking for Edmund, but finds Gloucester
                                                                                                         220   To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
                                                instead.
                                                                                                         221   Briefly thyself remember: the sword is out
                                                                                                         222   That must destroy thee.

                                                                                                               GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                        Now let thy friendly hand
                                                                                                         223   Put strength enough to't.

                                                                                                                  EDGAR intervenes

                                                                                                               OSWALD
                                                                                                                                        Wherefore, bold peasant,
                                                                                                         224   Darest thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence;
                                                                                                         225   Lest that the infection of his fortune take
                                                                                                         226   Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.

                                                                                                               EDGAR
                                                                                                         227   Ch'ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion.

                                                                                                               OSWALD
                                                                                                         228   Let go, slave, or thou diest!

                                                                                                               EDGAR
                                                                                                         229   Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass.
                                                                                                         230   An chud ha' bin zwaggered out of my life, 'twould not ha'
                                                                                                         231   bin zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old
                                                                                                         232   man; keep out, che vor ye, or ise try whether your costard
                                                                                                         233   or my ballow be the harder: ch'ill be plain with you.

                                                                                                               OSWALD
                                                                                                         234   Out, dunghill!

                                                                                                               EDGAR
                                                                                                         235   Ch'ill pick your teeth, zir: come; no matter vor your
                                                                                                         236   foins.

                                                                                                                  They fight
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                                                                                                        OSWALD
                                                                                                  237   Slave, thou hast slain me: villain, take my purse:
                                                                                                  238   If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body;
                                                                                                  239   And give the letters which thou find'st about me
                                                                                                  240   To Edmund earl of Gloucester; seek him out
                                                                                                  241   Upon the English [British] party: O, untimely
                                                                                                  242   death, death!

                                                                                                           Dies

                                                                                                        EDGAR
                                                                                                  243   I know thee well: a serviceable villain;
                                                                                                  244   As duteous to the vices of thy mistress
                                                                                                  245   As badness would desire.

                                                                                                        GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                                   What, is he dead?

                                                                                                        EDGAR
                                                                                                  246   Sit you down, father; rest you
                                                                                                  247   Let's see these pockets: the letters that he speaks of
                                                                                                  248   May be my friends. He's dead; I am only sorry
                                                                                                  249   He had no other death's-man. Let us see:
                                                                                                  250   Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not:
                                                                                                  251   To know our enemies' minds, we'ld rip their hearts;
                                                                                                  252   Their papers, is more lawful.
                                                                                                  253   [Reads] 'Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You
                                                                                                  254   have many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want
                                                                                                  255   not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is no-
                                                                                                  256   thing done, if he return the conqueror: then am I the prison-
                                                                                                  257   er, and his bed my jail; from the loathed warmth whereof
                                                                                                  258   deliver me, and supply the place for your labour.
                                                                                                  259   Your--wife, so I would say-- Affectionate servant, [and for you her
                                                                                                  260   own for venture] Goneril.'
                                                                                                  261   O indistinguish'd space of woman's will [wit]!
                                                                                                  262   A plot upon her virtuous husband's life;
                                                Edgar unseals the wax, and opens the letter.      263   And the exchange my brother! Here, in the sands,
                                                                                                  264   Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified
                                                                                                  265   Of murderous lechers: and in the mature time
                                                                                                  266   With this ungracious paper strike the sight
                                                                                                  267   Of the death-practiced duke: for him 'tis well
                                                                                                  268   That of thy death and business I can tell.
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                                                                                                                          GLOUCESTER
                                                                                                                    269   The king is mad: how stiff is my vile sense,
                                                                                                                    270   That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling
                                                                                                                    271   Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract:
                                                                                                                    272   So should my thoughts be sever'd [fenced] from my griefs,
                                                                                                                    273   And woes by wrong imaginations lose
                                                                                                                    274   The knowledge of themselves.

                                                                  A bomb lands relatively nearby. Startled, Edgar         Drum afar off.
                                                                  attempts to get his father to safety.
                                                                                                                          EDGAR
                                                                                                                                            Give me your hand:
                                                                      Afghan Bomb 6                                 275
                                                                  A bomb explodes nearby.                           276   Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend.

                                                                                                                            Exit




                                                Research: A Bomb Explodes in Afghanistan
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                                                                                                                                 Act IV, scene vii
                                                                 Lear and Cordelia Reconcile

                                                                 Cordelia, Kent and the Doctor enter from one of the
                                                                 arches (i.e., the entrance to a cave in Afghanistan). The
                                                                 messenger comes running up the ramp from the drive.



                                                                      General grayish lighting permeates the space.
                                                                 Throughout the scene, a large floodlight (simulating the
                                                                                                                                    Enter CORDELIA, KENT, Doctor and MESSENGER
                                                                 sun) begins to rise slowly, representing the hope
                                                                 Cordelia represents in Lear’s redemption.                       MESSENGER
                                                                                                                                 News, madam;
                                                                                                                                 The British powers are marching hitherward.
                                                                      Vast Nothing 11                                            CORDELIA
         Preliminary Sketch: Lear and Cordelia Reconcile         The cold wind dies down, as a new dawn finally breaks
                                                                 as Cordelia enters and reconciles with Kent                     'Tis known before; our preparation stands
                                                                                                                                 In expectation of them.

                                                                                                                                    Exit Messenger

                                                                                                                                 O dear father,
                                                                                                                                 It is thy business that I go about;
                                                                                                                                 Therefore great France
                                                                                                                                 My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
                                                                                                                                 No blown ambition doth our arms incite [in fight],
                                                                                                                                 But love, dear love, and our aged father's right.

                                                                                                                                 CORDELIA
                                                                                                                             1   O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work,
                                                                                                                             2   To match thy goodness? My life will be too short,
                                                                                                                             3   And every measure fail me.

                                                                                                                                 KENT
                                                                                                                             4   To be acknowledged, madam, is o'erpaid.
                                                                                                                             5   All my reports go with the modest truth;
                                                                                                                             6   Nor more nor clipp'd, but so.

                                                                                                                                 CORDELIA
                                                                                                                                                            Be better suited:
                                                                                                                             7   These weeds are memories of those worser hours:
                                                                                                                             8   I prithee, put them off.
                                      Research: Dawn in the Caves of Afghanistan
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                                                                                                                                   KENT
                                                                                                                                                           Pardon me, dear madam;
                                                                  He grabs her hand, and pointedly refers to her ring—it is
                                                                                                                               9   Yet to be known shortens my made intent:
                                                                  the ring he gave the messenger in III-ii, line 47; a
                                                                  reminder that a price has still been put on his head, and   10   My boon I make it, that you know me not
                                                                  that he must remain in hiding.                              11   Till time and I think meet.

                                                                                                                                   CORDELIA
                                                                                                                              12   Then be't so, my good lord. [To DOCTOR] How does the king?

                                                                                                                                   DOCTOR
                                                                                                                              13   Madam, sleeps still.

        Preliminary Sketch: Lear and Cordelia Reconcile                                                                            CORDELIA
                                                                                                                                   What can man's wisdom
                                                                                                                                   In the restoring his bereaved sense?
                                                                                                                                   He that helps him take all my outward worth.

                                                                                                                                   DOCTOR
                                                                                                                                   There is means, madam:
                                                                                                                                   Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,
                                                                                                                                   The which he lacks; that to provoke in him
                                                                                                                                   Are many simples operative, whose power
                                                                                                                                   Will close the eye of anguish.

                                                                                                                                   CORDELIA
                                                                                                                                   All blest secrets,
                                                                                                                                   All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
                                                                                                                                   Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate
                                                                                                                                   In the good man's desires [distress]. Seek, seek for him;
                                                                                                                                   Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life
                                                                                                                                   That wants the means to lead it.
                                                                                                                              14   O you kind gods,
                                                                                                                              15   Cure this great breach in his abused nature!
                                                                                                                              16   The untuned and jarring [hurrying] senses, O, wind up
                                                                                                                              17   Of this child-changed father!

                                                                                                                                   DOCTOR
                                                                                                                                                               So please your majesty
                                                                                                                              18   That we may wake the king: he hath slept long.

                                                                                                                                   CORDELIA
                                                Research: Dawn at Ground Zero                                                 19   Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed
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                                                                                                                    20   I' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd?




                                                             Ghosts bring a collapsed Lear onto the stage.               Enter LEAR in a chair carried by SERVANTS

                                                                 Fife 1                                                  DOCTOR
                                                             Edgar begins playing "God Save the Queen" on a fife.   21   Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep
                                                             The music awakens the king.                            22   We put fresh garments on him.
                                                                                                                    23   Be by, good madam, when we do awake him;
                                                                                                                    24   I doubt [not] of his temperance.
           Preliminary Sketch: Lear and Cordelia Reconcile
                                                                                                                         [CORDELIA
                                                                                                                                                          Very well.

                                                                                                                         DOCTOR
                                                                                                                    25   Please you, draw near. Louder the music there.]




                                                                                                                         CORDELIA
                                                                                                                    26   O my dear father! Restoration hang
                                                                                                                    27   Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss
                                                                                                                    28   Repair those violent harms that my two sisters
                Research: Ghosts Carry Lear Onstage                                                                 29   Have in thy reverence made!

                                                                                                                         KENT
                                                                                                                                                       Kind and dear princess.

                                                                                                                         CORDELIA
                                                                                                                    30   Had you not been their father, these white flakes
                                                                                                                    31   Had challenged pity of them. Was this a face
                                                                                                                    32   To be opposed [exposed] against the jarring [warring] winds?
                                                                                                                    33   [To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
                                                                                                                    34   In the most terrible and nimble stroke
                                                                                                                    35   Of quick, cross lightning? to watch--poor perdu!--
                                                                                                                    36   With this thin helm?] Mine enemy's [injurious] dog,
                                                                                                                    37   Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
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                                                                                                                           38   Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,
                                                                                                                           39   To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,
                                                                                                                           40   In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
                                                                                                                           41   'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
                                                                                                                           42   Had not concluded all. He wakes; speak to him.

                                                                                                                                DOCTOR
                                                                                                                           43   Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.


                                                                                                                           44   How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?

                                                                                                                                KING LEAR
                                                                                                                           45   You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave:
                                                                     The Light behind the façade has risen over the
                                                                                                                           46   Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
                                                                horizon, and begins to cast brilliant shafts of light      47   Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
                                                                through the façade onto the scene that plays out between   48   Do scald like molten lead.
                                                                Lear and Cordelia.
                                                                                                                                CORDELIA
                                                                                                                                                               Sir, do you know me?

                                                                                                                                KING LEAR
                                                                                                                           49   You are a spirit, I know: where did you die?

                                                                                                                                CORDELIA
                                                                                                                           50   Still, still, far wide!

                                                                                                                                DOCTOR
                                                                                                                           51   He's scarce awake: let him alone awhile.

                                                                                                                                KING LEAR
                                                                                                                           52   Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?
                                                                                                                           53   I am mightily abused. I should e'en die with pity,
                                                                                                                           54   To see another thus. I know not what to say.
                                                                                                                           55   I will not swear these are my hands. Let's see;
                                                                                                                           56   I feel this pin prick. Would I were assured
                                                                                                                           57   Of my condition!

                                                                                                                                CORDELIA
                                                Research: Dawn at Ground Zero                                                                     O, look upon me, sir,
                                                                                                                           58   And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:
                                                                    Silence 15                                             59   [No, sir,] you must not kneel.
                                                                The fife stops playing as Cordelia demands that Lear not
                                                                kneel before her.
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                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                                                                Pray, do not mock me:
                                                                                            60   I am a very foolish fond old man,
                                                                                            61   Fourscore and seven years, not an hour more nor less;
                                                                                            62   And, to deal plainly,
                                                                                            63   I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
                                                                                            64   Methinks I should know you, and know this man;
                                                                                            65   Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant
                                                                                            66   What place this is; and all the skill I have
                                                                                            67   Remembers not these garments; nor I know not
                                                                                            68   Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me;
                                                                                            69   For, as I am a man, I think this lady
                                                                                            70   To be my child Cordelia.

                                                                                                 CORDELIA
                                                                                                                            And so I am, I am.

                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                            71   Be your tears wet? yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not:
                                                                                            72   If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
                                                                                            73   I know you do not love me; for your sisters
                                                                                            74   Have, as I do remember, done me wrong:
                                                                                            75   You have some cause, they have not.

                                                                                                 CORDELIA
                                                                                                                       No cause, no cause.

                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                            76   Am I in France?

                                                                                                 KENT
                                                                                                                    In your own kingdom, sir.

                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                            77   Do not abuse me.

                                                                                                 DOCTOR
                                                                                            78   Be comforted, good madam: the great rage,
                                                                                            79   You see, is kill'd [cured] in him: [and yet it is danger
                                                                                            80   To make him even o'er the time he has lost.]
                                                                                            81   Desire him to go in; trouble him no more
                                                                                            82   Till further settling.
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                                                                                                                 CORDELIA
                                                                                                            83   Wilt please your highness walk?

                                                                                                                 KING LEAR
                                                                                                            84   You must bear with me: Pray you now, forget and forgive.
                                                They exit into the arches (that now serve as the caves of   85   I am old and foolish.
                                                Afghanistan) as Edmund’s motorcade pulls up in the
                                                street.                                                          Exeunt
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